Midv-075 [SAFE]

She did not know whether the city would become more honest because of this—or whether the act of exposure would simply allow power to reassemble itself with cleaner hands and the same appetite. She only knew what she had done: she had paid attention, and in paying attention she had given other people the chance to pay attention as well. That, in a place that traded in forgetting, was a kind of safeguard.

The scanner whirred like a sleeping animal coming alive. In the dim light of the data lab, rows of cabinets cast long rectangular shadows over the concrete floor. Cass held the sphere—the MIDV-075 module—between thumb and forefinger as if it might unspool a memory if handled too roughly. It was no bigger than a coin and no more imposing than an antique watch, but every lab tech in the city knew the designation. MIDV-075: a micro-integrated diagnostic vessel, built for diagnostics, built for secrets. MIDV-075

MIDV-075 remained on the shelf, waiting like a seed. Someone, someday, might need it again. She did not know whether the city would